The General’s Little Peasant Wife

Qiao Tianchang took the piano in the hands of Ning Mengyao in one hand, and one of them squatted and left.

My nephew looked at Qiao Tianchang and ignored this, and his face changed.

"Joe Tian Chang, you give me a stop." The nephew ran to the front of the two and reached out to block the way of the two.

Qiao Tianchang looked impatiently at the nephew: "What do you want?"

"Joe Tianchang, I saved your life. Are you treating your savior like this? Now it hurts me, but you have nothing to say." The child said with anger.

Qiao Tianchang stopped and looked at the nephew satirically: "Do you really know what I don't know? I will forget the memory related to my wife. Isn't this what you give? Is it saving me or harming me?" I know what you know, I haven’t done it to you, what? If you think this is not good, I don’t mind doing it for you.”

"You...what are you talking about? I have never done such a thing at all." The child screamed, but this gave a feeling of guilt.

Qiao Tianchang looked at the nephew: "Your purse has a pollen of forgetting flowers. Right? Do you really think that I don't know anything?" Qiao Tianchang smiled coldly and said with irony.

My face changed: "I don't."

"You didn't? If so, call the green cream and the purple spirit." This kind of thing is the most familiar to both.

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't want to do anything, don't you say that you don't have any pollen on your body? If so, you shouldn't mind letting them see it?" Qiao Tianchang smiled and didn't look like that.

My nephew now knows what Qiao Tianchang wants to do, but now it’s too late to know that it’s too late to change her own words. If this is the case, then she is telling others that she is guilty.

After the blue cream and the purple spirit came, Zi Ling’s eyes were always on the nephew’s body. Then he looked at Qiao Tianchang: “You are not completely good now. Are you doing so close to people? Or do you want to This woman is together, have a dream?"

It’s hard to read Qiao Tianchang’s face: “I didn’t think so, and I’m not letting you come over.”

"What do you want to say?"

"She said that she didn't have what we said." Qiao Tianchang spread his hands and said that he was very helpless.

Ning Mengyao looked at Qiao Tianchang, his face was not good-looking: "She said that she did not forget the pollen on her body, you give her a bit of confusion."

My nephew suddenly understood that these people really know how to forget the flowers, and Joe Tian Chang's physical condition they already know.

But how can this be like this? In the poison of forgetting love, the average person can't see it. How can they know so soon?

"I don't want to admit it?" The blue frost snorted. When the child didn't pay attention, she came to her side, holding her hand in one hand and holding the sachet around her waist.

"You give it back to me." The child's face changed, and then he reached out to grab it, but was blocked by the blue cream.

Blue cream throws the sachet in his hand to Zi Ling: "Not that thing, what are you worried about?"

"This... this is what my mother left for me, you give it back to me." The child struggled and said.

Qing Shuang smiled ironically, then clicked on the aunt's acupuncture point, so that she could not move.

At the same time as the green frost started, Zi Ling had already opened the sachet, and took out the forgetful flowers and pollen inside: "Your mother is very good to you, so I have left so many things for you, how Who is this intended to deal with?"

The nephew looked at the things they had taken out, and after a moment of silence, they looked at them and said, "When did you know that?"

"Do you want to know? But we don't want to tell you, what should we do?" Zi Ling looked at the dried flowers in his hand, as if laughing and laughing.

"Even if you die, you have to let me die?" said the child very calmly.

And the last thing she regrets now is that she came here at this time. This is simply asking herself for trouble. If she didn't find it herself, they shouldn't do it to her.